Wedding of the Sisters
Ill did the priestesses, though, repress their heart-hidden gladness,
When they were dragged away mid the Hator priests' exultation.
After the smith had been brought from Thebes, afar through the desert
Rang the quick-riveting strokes of the hammer; but when these were silent,
Loud to the lonely night from the fast-barred house of the brothers
Rattling tambours proclaimed the nuptial feast of the sisters.
When they were dragged away mid the Hator priests' exultation.
After the smith had been brought from Thebes, afar through the desert
Rang the quick-riveting strokes of the hammer; but when these were silent,
Loud to the lonely night from the fast-barred house of the brothers
Rattling tambours proclaimed the nuptial feast of the sisters.
III.
Epilog: Hymn of the Priests of Hator to Ptah.
As bounteous love shines bright in every thread
Of the rich robe the husband's hand hath spread
As gift for the beloved one of his soul,
So bright, O God, thy love shines from the whole.
O love-abounding God! O Father good!
Say, hast thou nearer to our threshold stood
Than now, when wine from goat-skin flasks is streaming,
While gentle, string-sped music whispers low,
And we, the sons of hate, are brothers, deeming
That all the world with peace and love must glow?
If thou hast wrought whatever we perceive,
In evil also—we must then believe—
Reflected glimmers of thy glory shine.
Epilog: Hymn of the Priests of Hator to Ptah.
As bounteous love shines bright in every thread
Of the rich robe the husband's hand hath spread
As gift for the beloved one of his soul,
So bright, O God, thy love shines from the whole.
O love-abounding God! O Father good!
Say, hast thou nearer to our threshold stood
Than now, when wine from goat-skin flasks is streaming,
While gentle, string-sped music whispers low,
And we, the sons of hate, are brothers, deeming
That all the world with peace and love must glow?
If thou hast wrought whatever we perceive,
In evil also—we must then believe—
Reflected glimmers of thy glory shine.
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